What's been happening these previous days is literally, rain. Am I too wrong if I would always thought that whatever happens in nature has its conspiracy with humans ourselves? Maybe heaven only knows.
I've got sick these last two days—too bad it took my, almost, entire weekend—seems like the never ending trouble with asthma doesn't always have the right timing of mine. I don't remember aching, don't remember how to respire well, don't remember anything but to forget what I've been remembering. It's been quiet a really really hard week, where you put on all the effort to forget what you've been remembering. I've told so, and on.
Now is ten past eleven, I was about freak out why I haven't slept at time like this but that split second I realize tomorrow I only am not going to campus. I've fed myself up having less breath on the road, alone, and that might be rewinding the case I was panic that I called my Mom and she was panic that she called my friend and he was panic that he called everyone. There will be no need to no more, so let me stay on my room instead and take my blanket off right after the rain.
But you know what, sometimes there are times when life is forcing us to dance through its rain rather than playing hide and seek not to get wet. For whom they were always there on those times, I thank God can't say enough. Who's missed out? You gotta meet Ichy then; after me, Dinda, and Pungky, and the club can't even handle her right now—lol.
